[Poe's practiced smarm fades as the citizens are gunned down as he swears under his breath and struggles for about half a second to get back on his feet before he remembers he can't. the unpleasant sight of Jacen's gaze isn't much better and when he turns back to look, he feels a twinge of hurt- not for himself. nah, jacen was never his particular friend, but there's a girl elsewhere whose eyes would look a sight different in this mess.
He remembers the days when he pretended he couldn't tell them apart.
Trying to get out anything more than a sound like he swallowed his own tongue, knowing what the cost of his continued stubbornness will probably be is difficult, but he manages something, a bit calmer, but with no less humor. he's not afraid for himself. he didn't exactly choose this life due to an overabundance of concern for his own health] Nah. You're doing this wrong. Have you considered bribery?
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He remembers the days when he pretended he couldn't tell them apart.
Trying to get out anything more than a sound like he swallowed his own tongue, knowing what the cost of his continued stubbornness will probably be is difficult, but he manages something, a bit calmer, but with no less humor. he's not afraid for himself. he didn't exactly choose this life due to an overabundance of concern for his own health] Nah. You're doing this wrong. Have you considered bribery?